Wives for the Western Billionaires, Volume 2 (MF)

Wives for the Western Billionaires 1

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Word Count: 211,320
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In The Alluring Billionaire Country Doctor, Randolph Brodie had his life planned out. He'd decided to be a country doctor. Then, he meets Marian Gaenor. She is pure temptation, but he has no desire to settle down. Marian has turned thirty-one. Her biological clock is running out. She wants a good man, a home, and children.

In Bewitching the Reclusive Billionaire Cowboy, Graham, the reclusive Brodie brother, agrees to have Regina Piercy stay with him because she is in danger. He prefers spending time alone, writing. He doesn't want a woman in his home or his life. Women like to talk, to discuss, to mess around in the kitchen, to go places, and especially, to change things.

In The Intriguing Billionaire Cowboy, Sam Brodie wanted Sylvia Rufus from the time he met her. But his family sees her as a worldly-wise woman, not the wife for Sam. They upset Sam by doubting his ability to know what is right for him. Sylvia’s normal life is disrupted, but she has started to love Sam. Can it last?

In Enticed by the Billionaire Cowboy, after work, Grace Brodie doesn’t want to meet the man she’s been dating. He insists and surprises her with a birthday party and a proposal. How can she say no and embarrass him? Her night can't get worse. But it does. Gabriel Forrester arrives to find her engaged. She’s never forgotten Gabe, although she’s tried.

In The Billionaire Cowboy's Christmas Surprise, Clayton Brodie and Suzette (Susie) Nyland’s first meeting didn’t go well. She spilled coffee on his jacket, and then they bumped heads reaching down for it. He was annoyed. She didn’t want him for a boss, even if he was handsome. Still, neither one can put the other out of their thoughts.



A Siren Erotic Romance
Paige Cameron is a Siren-exclusive author.
Wives for the Western Billionaires, Volume 2 (MF)
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Wives for the Western Billionaires, Volume 2 (MF)

Wives for the Western Billionaires 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 211,320
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An hour later, Chelsea was at her door. “I’m here.” Her arms were full of a large pizza box and a cake box. “I saw a cake place. The cabbie agreeably stopped.”

“Wow, I’m shocked and pleased. This is my best birthday in years. Come on in.” Marian took the cake box, and they walked into her tiny kitchen. She opened the lid. “‘Happy birthday to my best friend.’ Ah, thanks.” She hugged Chelsea, trying to hide her tearful eyes.

“Are you OK? I don’t think I’ve seen you cry except at sad movies.”

“It’s nothing. Well, it is something. I’m thirty-one. My clock is definitely winding down.”

“Come to Montana. There’s lots of handsome cowboys around. You’d have them fighting over you.”

“I’d settle for one. I’m not greedy. One good man. That doesn’t sound like too much to ask for. Let’s carry our food into the living room. Then you can tell me how you got off for a night without your husband.”

They sat around the low living room table and ate pizza. Marian handed Chelsea her wineglass. “I can’t drink wine. Water will be fine.”

“No wine?”

Chelsea smiled. “No. I’m pregnant.”

Marian ran around the table and hugged her. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m more tired than usual. But we’re so happy. We wanted to begin our family right away. Dirk is bursting with pride.”

“How about you?”

“Me, too. I’d be more scared, but we’ve had some experience with Ty and Lily’s baby. Dirk will be a wonderful daddy. And I’m getting more confident about my skills as a momma. I’m going to drive Lily crazy asking questions.”

“I’m so happy for the two of you.”

“Thanks. But I hate seeing you so down about yourself and about not having a husband and baby. You’ll find the right person. I know it.” Chelsea took a bit of her pizza. “I do love these evenings of pizza and talking. Wait, I know just the guy for you. If he wasn’t engaged. Dirk’s brother, Rand, and you would be the perfect match.” She waved her hand before Marian could speak. “The good news is I think the engagement will end soon. He’s moved to Montana to be a country doctor. His fiancée isn’t happy. She’s made two short visits since he’s been there.”

“I remember him from your wedding.” And I haven’t been able to forget him. “He’s a handsome man. But I can’t wish for someone to break up. And there’s no guarantee he’d even be interested in me if he was free.”

“You really are down. I think you’re ready to hear my suggestion.”

“What is it?” Marian asked.

“You always have lots of vacation saved. Come for a long visit. Dirk has a small cabin he lived in until our house was built. You can stay there and have your privacy. We can visit every day. I’ll show you around and introduce you to some cowboys.” Chelsea grinned.

“The offer is tempting. I have six weeks saved.” Marian took another sip of her wine. Chelsea ate another piece of pizza while Marian thought about taking a vacation.

“I’ll do it.” She jumped up and got a calendar. “Let’s see. If I put in for the month off on Monday, then my boss will have plenty of time to get over his snit before I leave. I’ll plan on arriving on Saturday, two weeks from now.”

“This is great. On that Sunday we’re all going to see Dirk’s mom. You’ll get to meet the clan, as I call them. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to convince you to take me up on my offer.”

“You caught me in a weakened state, depressed and tired. I need a break. Of course the boss will holler, but I’ll shout back.” She laughed. “This calls for a shopping trip. More fun. Chelsea, you’re my best friend. I’m so lucky to have you. But don’t forget the hunky men, or I’ll put you down to second-best friend.”

“I knew you couldn’t stay sad for longer than a second,” Chelsea said. “I suppose I’m sleeping on this couch tonight.”

“No way. You’re a pregnant lady. You get the bed.”

“I was teasing.”

“I wasn’t. But let’s not go to sleep yet,” Marian said. “There must be a good horror flick on.” She turned on the television and went to pop the popcorn.


* * * *


Two weeks later, as planned, Marian got off the plane and looked around for Chelsea. It was a small airport, and there weren’t many people waiting. She’d started toward the baggage area when a tall cowboy came striding in the door. He had on a light-tan cowboy hat, gray shirt, and jeans that hugged his slim hips and long legs. It took her a second to realize it was Rand headed in her direction.

“Marian, welcome to Montana.”


When he swept his hat off and gave her his lopsided, dimpled grin, her heart fluttered. “I hope you don’t mind me picking you up. Chelsea called and said she was having a difficult morning. I told her I’d be glad to take her place.”

He glanced around. “We’d better get your luggage. I could get beeped at any moment.”

Marian had to take quick double steps to his one as he strode off to the luggage area. There were only a few bags left on the rotating belt.

“Mine’s the two red ones.” He raised an eyebrow and gave her that heart-stopping smile. “Bright red, so you can’t miss them. I often have periods of flamboyancy. I’ve been known to dye my hair pink, dress in red, and wear platform shoes.”

“In red I suppose?” he spoke dryly.

“Oh my, no. Far too much red. They were in pink to match my hair.”

Rand studied her for a moment and then laughed out loud. Several people looked their way, but it didn’t seem to bother him. Still chuckling, he grabbed her bags and led the way outside to the parking lot.

“My truck is the black one.” He nodded his head to the right.

Marian followed him. She was quite enjoying herself, more than she had in a long time. He opened her door, and she swung up into the big monster.

Rand put the cases in the backseat. He opened the driver’s side and got in. Soon they were on a two-lane highway. He’d slipped on dark glasses and gone quiet.

“Why do men have to have such huge vehicles? I think it must be a sexual thing. ‘Look at me. Mine’s bigger and better than yours.’” She heard a choking noise. “Are you all right?”




Marian opened the front door, and Rand followed, carrying the pizza. On the table was a chocolate cake, a tall pitcher of iced tea, and an unlit candle. A small note read, “Have Fun.”

Rand put the pizza on the counter, and Marian stuck the tea in the fridge. They looked at each other. She wet her lips, and Rand’s eyes darkened.

“I suppose we must be civilized and eat first. The pizza is hot. But then I’m not very hungry.” He walked toward her. “What do you think?” he asked as he reached her. “Shall we start with dessert?” His fingers undid her first button. “Perhaps if we took care of this other hunger first, we might be more ready to eat.”

Rising on her tiptoes, Marian brushed her lips across his sensual mouth. Her breasts touched his hard chest. “Rand, I do like your idea.”

He scooped her into his arms and took long strides into the one bedroom. Rand let her body slide against his until her feet touched the carpet. His fingers ran through her hair, and he sniffed her hair and neck.

“I love your fragrance. Light, sweet, alluring to a starving man.”

His lips on her neck sent heat down her body, settling in her core. Had it only been yesterday that she’d resolved not to get involved with him? But he was temptation walking around inside long, lean legs, a muscular body, and a smile that melted all resistance. He’d woken something inside her at the wedding, and the feeling had increased by the hour since her arrival.

Her fingers traced around his dark eyebrows, across the line of his nose, and brushed over his sexy lips. Her body bent into his, and his hard cock pressed into her abdomen.

Rand nuzzled her neck. He kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. She leaned her head back, giving him greater access. Shivers of delight zipped along her body.

“Let’s get rid of these clothes.” Rand finished unbuttoning her blouse then unfastened her bra. He threw both items toward a chair.

When his warm hands cupped her breasts, Marian moaned. He kissed each rosy nipple. His teeth teased the tips.

Desire surged like a wildfire out of control. She unsnapped his shirt and let it fall. Her hands ran across his wide chest. Soft brown hair arrowed down to below his belt buckle. She took her time kissing his chest and rubbing her fingertips across his nipples. His fingers ran through her hair as she touched him.

She continued downward, kissing all along his hard six-pack. Then she undid his buckle and unzipped his jeans. Marian gasped as his firm, smooth cock almost jumped into her hand. The pearl of salty essence gleamed on the crown of his dick. Rand groaned when she licked it off.

He sat on the side of the bed. Marian licked across the crown again before taking him deep into her mouth. Her hand gently held his balls while she moved her head up and down. Her tongue licked along the bottom of his cock and around, but then Rand stopped her.

“We’re going to take it slow and easy. Any more of that wonderful attention and I’ll be through.” He removed his boots and pushed his jeans the rest of the way off. From one of his jeans pockets he pulled out a condom and sheathed his dick.

Marian had sat on the bed. She admired his naked, tall, muscular body, wide shoulders, and chest tapering down to a flat stomach, lean hips, and long legs. He stepped in front of her.

“Like what you see?”

She reached out and ran her hands down his legs and then back up. Her fingers traced around his cock. Her breath blew across the crown. Rand lifted her to the center of the bed.

“I want to see your whole body.” He unsnapped her jeans and, in one move, pulled them and her panties down. He stopped to yank her boots off and then the pants.

Feeling vulnerable, Marian put her hands across her body. Rand pulled them away.

“Surely you’re not bashful.”

His lopsided smile had her heart racing and her pussy clenching tight. “A little shy. Everyone who lives in New York is not one of the party girls.”

Rand had been straddling her, and now he moved to her side. “Is that how you think I see you?”

She swallowed around a lump in her throat. “You ended your engagement yesterday. I doubt you’re looking for another serious relationship. It’s all right. I decided last night I want to make love with you.”

“Then I don’t have to stop?”

“Absolutely not.” She rose up and kissed his mouth. “I’m ready for my dessert.” Why get into a deep conversation right in the middle of what promised to be the best sex she’d had in years? But his comment had almost brought it all spilling out.

This was the last short-term relationship for her. She wanted to find someone who had the same dream as hers, a family and a home.

Rand’s mouth covered her breast and sucked, bringing her full attention back to him. He teased her other nipple with his fingers. Desire shot straight to her core, making her pussy ache for him to fill her. She moved restlessly.

He sat back and grinned at her. “What a feast. I love your lush curves and those soft, sweet breasts.” His hands roamed along the sides of her body. Leaning forward, he whispered, “You are one hot lady.”

Marian was sure her whole body flushed. He slid farther down and breathed in the scent of her wet curls covering her pussy. She’d hoped he’d thrust his hard cock into her, but he continued moving down her body. He kissed the inside of her leg and the sensitive area behind her knee. When he got to her feet, he caressed each one. His leisurely exploration increased her craving to have him deep inside her pussy.

“Take me,” she said, hoping to encourage him to move faster.

“This is our first time. I’m going to be sure it’s memorable.”





Regina Piercy stared at the e-mail her sister or one of her cohorts had sent, time for vacation. This meant her sister was in trouble and she herself possibly in danger. But it all seemed melodramatic, like a thriller movie. Although she never had understood exactly what Sylvia did, she had suspected it was dangerous. Whereas Regina preferred the quiet comfort of normality, Sylvia had always loved the excitement of the unexpected.

What was she going to do? She’d promised to go with some male friend of Sylvia’s named Graham and stay in the middle of nowhere until word came Sylvia was safe. Regina didn’t know the man or where he would be taking her. She smiled to herself. Maybe he’d be her knight in shining armor.

Glancing around the library, she saw people reading or looking for books. A few stood at the desk just like any normal day, but not for her. She had to go to her boss and tell her there was a family emergency, which wasn’t completely a lie, and then wait for him.

She deleted the e-mail and went down the hall to her supervisor’s office. An unsettled feeling made her stomach ache. Regina didn’t like disturbances in her life.

Her boss, Mrs. Grimshaw, raised her head when Regina knocked on her partially open door.

“Good morning, Regina. Come in and have a seat.”

Regina took the chair in front of her and clasped her hands tight. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I just got an e-mail, and there’s a family emergency. I need to ask for a leave of absence.”

“I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Nothing except grant my leave.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“I’m not sure. I need to leave the return date open ended. I can use my vacation first if you’d prefer.”

Mrs. Grimshaw sat back in her chair and studied Regina. Regina knew she was taken by surprise as Regina was one of her most dependable employees. Her heart beat rapidly. She didn’t want to lose her job.

“Yes, take your three weeks’ vacation and then the ninety-day leave. I’m sure you know if you have to be gone longer, you must resign.”

“I know the policy. I’ll try my best to be back before that happens.”

“Good. I’d hate to lose you.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Grimshaw. I’ll finish out today or most of it. A friend is flying in to get me.” Regina hurried out before Mrs. Grimshaw could ask about the friend. Regina wasn’t sure if the man would come to the library or to her apartment. She hoped here. If she felt uncomfortable she’d refuse to go with him and find a place to hide on her own.


* * * *


Graham glanced at his watch. By the time he picked up the car at the rental place it would be close to five. He hoped the library would still be open.

Thankfully the sports car he’d ordered was ready to go. He’d already checked on the directions to the downtown library. He drove fast, but not fast enough to get a ticket, which would only delay him. He paid to park in the garage across the street and took long strides across and into the main lobby. He’d called ahead and knew which floor Regina worked on. When he stepped off the elevator he looked around for the main desk.

But he spotted her almost straight in front of him. She was helping an elderly man find a book.

Soft auburn curls framed her pretty face, and her long hair hung in loose waves halfway down her back. The picture hadn’t done her justice. Her figure was slim, but she had curves in all the right places, and when she looked directly at him, he saw her eyes were more golden than brown. For a second, he couldn’t move. He just stared. Her face flushed a rosy red across her cheeks, and she bit the side of her bottom lip. Unexpected desire shot straight through him.

She blinked and turned away to walk toward the desk at the end of the room. Graham’s long steps caught her halfway there.

“I think you need a vacation,” he whispered.

Her head jerked around, and her soft floral scent of jasmine and lilies filled his head. Up close, her cupid-bow lips shimmered in a golden color that almost matched her eyes. He wanted to pick her up and carry her off.

“Come with me,” she said.

“Gladly.” He walked beside her past the desk and into an empty hallway.

“I want to see some identification.”

“Did your sister tell you my name?” he asked as he was taking out his wallet.

“Your first name.” She looked at his driver’s license. His hand covered his address.

“We’re going…”

“I’m keeping it a secret. We don’t know who might be listening.”

It hadn’t really hit her until now that she was truly in danger. A shiver ran down her spine.

“Are you ready to go?”




She was breaking all his rules. So he’d break one of his. He scooped her into his arms.

“What are you doing?” she asked, in a sexy, sleepy voice.

Striding to her door, he flung it open. “You painted after I said no painting!”

“You didn’t specifically say no painting, and it’s just a tiny space. The room’s more pleasant now. Not so cold and clinical.”

He turned, kicked his door wide open, and carried her inside. Staring into her large, seductive eyes, he tried to growl.

“You knew the rules, but women always want to bend them. First, the kitchen, then the bedroom, at this rate before you leave my whole house won’t be mine anymore.” He had difficulty keeping his mind on what he needed to emphasize to her. Her pink lips teased him to taste them.

“Put me down. I promise this is all I planned to do with the decorating. I won’t touch your sterile living room or your man cave.”

Graham let her feet slip to the ground. “Sterile living room?”

Gina leaned her head way back and frowned. “I should call it the second man cave. Two chairs, a small couch, and a television does not make for welcoming guests.”

“Maybe you don’t understand what I’ve been saying to you. I don’t want company, and I don’t have company.”

“You do now.” She started to walk off, but stopped to give him a flirty smile over her shoulder. He rushed forward, swung her into his arms, took two long steps, and dumped her on his bed.

He followed her down and cupped her face in his hands. “I warned you about teasing.” His lips captured hers. They were soft as a baby’s skin. He nibbled on her stubborn bottom lip. He’d hungered to taste it. Her body moved under his, and his cock pulsed against her in happy anticipation.

Most of his weight was held off of her small frame by his elbows. Graham took his time kissing her face and nibbling on her satin-smooth neck. He straddled her when he got to the high neckline of her gown.

“This looks like a virginal bridal gown.” He caught a fleeting expression in her eyes and swung himself off of her. “Are you a virgin?”

She licked her lips, raising the fever in his body. “No, it’s been a long time, though.”

“How long?”

“None of your business. Do you want to make love to me or not?” Her eyes sparkled with defiance.

“Hell, yes.” He stood and had his clothes off and his cock sheathed in a minute. Then he took hold of the top of her gown and tore it down the middle.

“What are you doing?” she yelled.

“You painted my perfectly good bedroom. I’m getting rid of your ridiculously modest nightgown.” He pulled the gown from under her and pulled off the bikini panties she wore underneath.

“Now that’s the way I like to see you.” He surveyed her delectable, dainty body. She looked like a perfectly proportioned porcelain statue his mother might have on her mantel.

The thought crossed his mind that he might hurt her. She looked stunned studying his body and especially his hard cock.

“Do I frighten you?”

She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Only your size compared to mine.”

“We’ll take our time. If I hurt you, let me know right away.”

Gina took a deep breath and nodded, but the concerned expression remained on her face. Graham lay across her body, again keeping the majority of his weight off her. He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and bit the edge of her jaw where she always jutted it up toward him to make her point. Inside he smiled, but he also burned for this woman.

When his mouth touched hers, she opened her lips, and her tongue and his tangled together. He sipped her sweetness and moved his hand to cup her breast. She sighed into his mouth and noticeably relaxed. His body, like a desert, soaked up her touch, her fragrance, her exotic flavor. He couldn’t get enough of her. Sliding down, he took her breast inside his mouth and sucked.

Her hands held his head against her chest as his tongue licked across her sensitive nipple. She reminded him of when he’d lain in a cherry tree and eaten the sun-ripened, sweet fruit. Warmth rushed through his veins, and her scent sent his desire into overdrive. He wanted to plunge into her pussy, but he had to take his time. She was small and needed to be ready before he entered her.

Moving farther down, he blew kisses over her stomach, then ran his finger between her wet folds and sucked on her clit. She screamed and raised her body to meet his mouth.

Graham tilted her hips where he could taste and lick her juices. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he said and glanced up at her face. Desire flashed in her golden eyes.

His tongue flicked into her pussy opening, and he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Take me, please.”





“You are the stubbornest man.”

Sam shrugged. “When it’s needed.” He winked at her then glanced at his watch. “Quit talking and eat. We have to leave in fifteen minutes if you want to be on time.”

Sylvia slowed her eating and sipped her coffee. Sam laughed out loud.

“Now who’s being stubborn?”

She grinned and ate her meal while watching Sam. He and his mother were discussing ranch business. He’d turned his face to the left toward his mom. Sunlight coming in the kitchen window highlighted the gold strands in his light-brown hair. When he turned to her, he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes. I’ll run to my room and be right back.” She rushed down the hall and into her bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and put on more lipstick. She was still startled when she looked in the mirror and saw the scar on her face. And she hated how it flashed her back to the scene in the underground torture room when one of the kidnappers had sliced her face with his knife. He’d thought she’d tell him where her sister was hiding. But she didn’t. If she had they’d have both died after the men were through with them. She’d been sure she was going to be killed the night Graham and his friend rescued her. She shook her head to clear away the memories. Once she finished rehab on her wrist, she planned to contact a plastic surgeon and hopefully have her face fixed.

“You’re pretty with or without the makeup.”

His voice startled her. Looking in the mirror, she saw Sam leaning against the side of the door. His golden-brown eyes held her mesmerized. Her heart beat faster as he came into the room and stood behind her. Leaning down, he sniffed her hair. “You smell like sunlight and spring flowers.” His arms wrapped around her body as his lips gently kissed her neck.

“What are you doing?” Her voice quivered.

“Letting you know you’re important to me. I was worried when you took so long. You were remembering the nightmare.”

“How do you know?”

“Your eyes look very sad when you are thinking of that time. Forget the scar. I seldom notice it. To me it’s your badge of courage.” He kissed the top of her head. “It’s time to go to your appointment. If you need me to drive you or do anything else for you, I’m here.”

His husky voice made her hot. She spread her arms and pushed him away. “I’m not ready for a romance. I’m a city girl, and you are a cowboy born and bred. The two can never be happy together.” She lowered her eyes and swallowed around the tightness in her throat. Her memories did make her sad, but so did the thought of when she’d leave the ranch and Sam. Still, she knew herself. This man would not do for her. She’d hurt him.

“Afraid to give romance a try?” He’d stepped back, and she walked into the bedroom, got her purse, and led the way out.

She didn’t answer until they were in the car. “I’m not afraid of anything. But you’ll be hurt, not me.”

“I’m a big boy. I can take the hard knocks, if they come. I’m betting that I can change your mind and convince you that you are a cowgirl who got lost in the city.”

Sylvia had to chuckle. “You’ll lose.”

“It’s my gamble.” He reached across and touched her hand. “I want to make love to you, to kiss your gorgeous body all over, and put my cock in your sweet pussy. I want to see your eyes when you explode from my lovin’.” He pulled into the parking lot at the hospital.

“You are very sure of yourself.” His words had her pussy clenching with desire and lust rushing in her veins.

“Shall I come in with you?”

“No.” She jumped out and practically ran to the hospital door.

“I’ll go see Rand and pick you up in an hour,” he hollered after her.

Sylvia stopped just inside the hospital lobby to regain her composure. In her mind all she saw was the two of them wrapped around each other. Who knew the quiet, innocent brother had such sexy thoughts about her. He’d been such a gentleman. Wow! She got on the elevator and tried to push the salacious pictures in her mind to the back. Rehab was important.

Her cast had finally come off after six weeks, and after several weeks of rehab, she saw quite a difference. She could have driven herself, but she gave in to be with Sam a little longer this morning. In a little over two months, she’d gotten too fond of him.

What she needed to do was concentrate and get well. If she didn’t hurry and leave Frontier City, she might get confused about what she wanted for her life. It certainly wasn’t living on a ranch, near a small town, in the middle of nowhere.




She turned to face him. “You looked fierce today.”

“Did you think because I’m easygoing that I couldn’t or wouldn’t protect my own?”

“I’m not yours, and yes, I guess I saw the way you were as not as tough as Graham.”

“We’re all tough. With me it doesn’t always show, but my brothers and friends know I’m a rough competitor. Sometimes it’s all right to be underrated. It gives you an edge. But I’m glad you know I can take care of you in all ways.”

“This doesn’t mean I’m going to be your woman.”

“I can hope.” She had her arms around his neck. He pulled her legs up to his waist. “I love you, Sylvia. I’m not going away without trying very hard to win you. Right now I’d love to put my hard cock inside your delectable pussy, but you need to rest.” He kissed her and let her legs slide to the floor. “Finish up. I’m going to the kitchen to fix you a cup of tea. Luckily my appliances and furniture got delivered yesterday.”

He strolled off. She took the soap, washed, and then got out and dried. She didn’t want to put on the clothes lying on the floor. In his closet she found a robe, tied it snug against her waist, and watched so as to not trip on the bottom of it.

Sam was pouring her tea when she came into the kitchen. He looked up, and his eyes flashed with passion. Her heart had quit pounding, but her aroused desire had it beating faster again. He pulled a chair out for her.

The tea was hot and sweet. “This is good.”

He’d poured a cup of coffee and sat across from her. “The robe looks better on you than me.”

“It’s a little long.”

“I noticed, and it shows the curve of your luscious breasts.”

“You are not making me think of resting. You’re arousing me.”

“When I saw you in that robe, I decided making love to you might help you rest better.”

“That’s an excellent idea, cowboy.”

“I love when you call me that in your sexy voice. Have you drunk enough of your tea?”

She tipped the cup up and swallowed the last bit. “I have now.”

Sam carried her into his bedroom and gently placed her on his new king size bed. He removed the jeans he’d pulled on and joined her. Slowly, he undid the belt and opened the front of the robe.

His warm hand cupped her breast. “I’d like to make love to these jewels if it won’t scare you.”

“I think I’m past that. Let’s try.”

“Just remember who has you in their arms. It’s Sam, not the bad guy.” Lightly, his hand massaged her breast, and then his fingers gently pinched her puckered nipple. He kept his eyes on her face, which aroused her even more. Leaning down, he kissed her mouth as his hand and fingers played with her breasts. He moved his hand from one to the other.

A slow fire flared in her abdomen and spread outward. Her pussy began to throb and moisture flowed. Sam dipped his head and took her nipple into his warm mouth. Her breath caught when he licked across the tip. A rush of desire ran straight to her pussy.

He raised his head. “Are you all right?”

“Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”

Sam licked and sucked on her pebbled nipples. His hands cupped each breast. Sylvia’s pussy responded and felt supersensitive to every move he made.

“I need you inside me,” she pleaded.

“Not yet. I’m going to taste your whole body before this is over.” He moved upward and held her face between his hands. Sam lightly kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her chin, and then his mouth covered hers. She opened her lips, and his tongue swept inside to taste and lick. Her tongue ran along the edges of his.

When he moved his hand back to her breasts and rubbed across her tight buds, her body trembled with desire. She moved restlessly under him.

Her hand slid down his body and took hold of his hard cock. It jerked in her hand. His warm skin felt like satin with steel underneath.

His teeth nipped her earlobe. “You’re trying to speed things up, but I’m not going to give in. You taste too good.”

He licked and kissed her neck. Then he scraped his teeth along the edge of her shoulder.

Sylvia moved her hand up and down his cock. Her finger trailed along the line underneath and then her hand cupped his sac.

Sam groaned, but he continued to kiss her body, her breasts, her midriff, and her abdomen. He moved her hand off his cock as he slid down her body. Now he spread her legs wide and separated her folds. His tongue licked her clit.





Gab stared into his coffee cup. Then he looked up and met her sherry-brown eyes. “I’ve missed you. I know we only saw each other that one short summer, but you’ve haunted me more times than I want to admit.”

“Hah. It must have been very infrequent. You didn’t write, drop a card, or call.”

“I admit I’ve been remiss. Can’t you give a guy another chance?

“I don’t want male friends. There are decisions I have to make with a clear head. Men tend to muddle a woman’s thoughts.”

“Only if you care for the man. You’ve given me hope.”

“Believe whatever you want. I’m through with men after I break off the engagement with Fred. I’m hoping he won’t file against me for breach of promise when I call off the engagement tomorrow night. I don’t plan on him getting a cent of my money or my family’s.”

Gab’s body tensed and his vision clouded. “Did that wimp ask you to marry him for your money?” he gritted out between clenched teeth.

“I suspect he did. But I never discussed money with him. When he came to the ranch recently, he must have realized which Brodie family I was a member of and saw his pot of gold.”

“Clay can take care of that problem. He has all types of connections. He’ll threaten him with never getting another good job in this city.”

“I’m an adult. I have no intention of my brothers knowing about this problem. I’ll tell Mom, and Graham knows a little.”

“Whatever, be sure to choose a very public place to give him his ring back. He’s not going to take this well. Then go straight home.”

“I’m smart. I know what to do. We’re meeting at a fancy restaurant. He’ll be too embarrassed to give me any problems in public.”

“I don’t like it. I want to be there.”


“I’d like to beat the crap out of him.”

“Men. Forget the violence. This was my fault, and my poor judgment. I’ll handle it. Do you understand?”

“You’ve made yourself very clear.”

They finished their drinks and went back into the living room. Gab walked across the room to pick up her sketches.

“Did you draw these for you or the company?”

“It’s my own work.”

“You drew a wedding dress. You must think about marriage.”

“I like to draw them. And there’s good money to be made on designing the gowns.”

Gab nodded. “When we marry, I expect you’ll wear a gown of your own design.”

“Slow down. We aren’t marrying. I haven’t agreed to even be friends with you.”

He stepped into her space, and she surprised him by not moving back. Her chin rose in defiance and fire flashed in her eyes.

Leaning down, he was almost touching her lips when he whispered, “Our spark hasn’t gone out. I want you more today than I did years ago. Then I wouldn’t let it go too far between us. This is our time and I know what I want, to marry you.

“You can deny me all you want, but soon I’m going to make love to you, and later I’ll propose.” He straightened and walked hurriedly out the door, got in the elevator, and went down. If he’d stayed another minute, he would have kissed her and carried her to bed.

She’d have responded but regretted it later. The timing still wasn’t right. But he was  filled with hope that it would be soon.


* * * *


Grace didn’t move for several seconds after he left except to sink into the nearest chair. Her heart pounded, and her body hummed with desire. If he’d kissed her or touched her in any way, she might not have been able to resist his enticement. He’d surprised her by rushing off. That was good, because technically until tomorrow night she and Fred were engaged.

Maybe Gab had changed. She still didn’t want to consider him right now. She had too many other problems to take care of and getting involved with him would be one more.

After her legs quit shaking, she locked the elevator and her door. She’d go to bed and forget all her problems, especially tomorrow night’s. She dreaded the meeting with Fred. Tiredness swept over her.

She pulled back her covers before going into the bathroom to shower. As the warm water rolled across her body, she thought about Gab. She closed her eyes and with each touch of her hand, she envisioned his warm hands caressing her neck and rubbing her shoulders. In her mind’s eyes she felt his hard muscled body behind her. His breath tantalizing her ear, and his fingers teasingly brushing across her nipples. Heat and desire flashed through her veins, and her pussy was wet and hungry for him.




He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I don’t want to go to my place tonight. I want to rub my hands over your soft body, kiss your delectable mouth, and fill your pussy with my hard, hungry cock.” His fingers brushed across her throat and down her neck to slip under the V-opening to her dress.

Her breast instantly swelled to fill his hand, and her nipple peaked. The small fire in her abdomen kindled into a roaring flame, and her desire burst out, rushing through her veins. With his other hand, he tipped her face back and kissed her mouth. When she opened her lips, his tongue glided inside, caressing all the tender places. Then he sucked on her tongue and tightened his fingers on her nipple. Heat flashed between his touch and her core.

Gab pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I want to make love to you. I’ve waited a long time.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he carried to the bedroom. When he sat her feet on the rug, he cupped her face in his hands. “My darlin’.” He touched her trembling lips with one finger. His blue eyes glowed with an inner fire.

Grace couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. Her body leaned toward him in supplication. He moved behind her and unzipped her dress and let it slide to the floor. She kicked off her heels and stood in her pink bra and matching bikini panties.

He didn’t take his eyes off her while he shrugged out of his black shirt, slacks, and underwear.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched him. She’d seen him shirtless working at the ranch with her brothers, but never naked. He had broader shoulders, and an even more pronounced six-pack. He’s always had a tan. His long legs were muscled  and his large cock jutted out and upward toward his abdomen.

It had been several years since she’d had sex. For some reason, she’d kept putting Fred off and now she was glad she did.

Gab grinned when he saw her staring. “Don’t worry, darlin’. You’ll be ready for me. I won’t hurt you”—he touched her chin, bringing her gaze upward—“never again, in any way.” Then he pulled a condom out of his wallet and put it on the table by the bed.

He moved into her space and ran his hands down her arms. Then he pulled her close warming her with his body heat. She trembled inside and out. Grace closed her eyes. Her body arched inward toward his hard muscles.

His scent took her back to being sixteen, and the desire to be closer and closer to him. She’d wanted to give her all. But he’d been strong for both of them. Her eyes popped open, and Grace took a step back.

“Easy darlin’. Don’t be afraid.” He gently took hold of her arms and pulled her back against his hard frame. “I’m a man who knows what he wants. I’m not going anywhere this time. At least not without you.” He lifted her onto the bed and straddled her body.

Then he unsnapped her bra and removed it. His hands covered her breasts and she sighed. It felt so good. His fingers brushed across her rosy peaks.

“You have the most luscious breasts.” Gab leaned down and sucked on her peaked nipple. “Sweet as nectar.”

Her pulse raced, and his every stroke sent her juices soaking her panties. “Take me,” she pleaded.

“Soon.” Then he moved downward, kissing her soft abdomen and pushing her panties off. He flung them to the side and spread her legs wide.

“Your scent makes my cock harden more.” He kissed the inner sides of her thighs and around her mound. Her body twisted underneath his mouth.

She wanted him to touch her in her most sensitive spot, but for several minutes he teased her as he kissed all but that area.

When she was certain she couldn’t take a minute more, he opened her folds and swept his tongue across her pearl. She screamed as the intense pleasure soared through her body.

Gab quickly sheathed his cock, and then licked from her clit to the opening of her sweet pussy. His tongue flicked inside, and she pushed her body closer against his mouth. Ripples of pleasure flowed from her feet to the top of her head. Her whole body shook under his sexy onslaught.





Clayton Brodie stared out his office window. People were hurrying along the sidewalks, and cars and taxis fought for position on the streets.

Have I made the right decision? I’ve lived in this busy world for many years and left the cowboy part of me behind. Perhaps seeing all my siblings married produced a temporary illusion for me to return home, build a house, and settle down. It’s too late to be worrying about the changes I’ve started. The house is done, all but the furnishings.

Clay rubbed his hands over his face. Today, his secretary’s sister started to work. She was going to fill in for Sondra, who’d been with him eight years. He was used to her and hated changes in his office. But if Sondra stayed any longer she might have the baby right here. That wasn’t a pleasant thought. He hoped Sondra’s sister was as good a secretary. A knock interrupted his moody thoughts.

“Come in.” Clay walked from the windows to the front of his desk. Sondra walked in first, looking ready to have the baby any moment. Another woman followed behind.

“Clay, I’d like to introduce you to my sister, Suzette Nyland. We call her Susie. Susie, this is Clayton Brodie. After eight years, he allows me to call him Clay.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Clay stepped forward and shook Suzette’s hand. She was shorter than her sister by about two inches. Sondra was a blonde, her sister had midnight-black hair worn in a bun and large glasses-covered violet eyes. The softness of her skin surprised him. He let go, realizing he’d held her hand longer than necessary.

“Susie is new in town. After this temporary job with you, she’ll have a reference to help her find a permanent position,” Sondra said. “I still have difficulty believing you’re going to live in Montana.”

“It’s where I grew up. All my family settled in the same small town. But I’ll be back every two weeks or so. Once you get back from maternity leave, I’ll expect you to keep me updated. In the meantime, your sister can help me with my move to an office in Frontier City.” He studied Suzette and raised his eyebrow. “Let’s hope she’s as good as you.”

“She was the bank president’s personal secretary in our hometown in New Mexico.”

“We’ll see how it goes. It’s ten. I have a business lunch at noon. We’d better get started. Suzette, can you take dictation?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Join me when you’re ready to start.”


* * * *


Susie Nyland followed Sondra to her desk. Her heart was thumping a mile a minute. Clayton Brodie was exactly as her sister had warned her, handsome, aloof, and a taskmaster. But Sondra had added that once he knew and trusted you, his demeanor changed.

“What did you think?” Sondra asked.

“He’s gorgeous. His blue eyes are mesmerizing, but he also fits the rest of your description.”

Sondra handed her a pencil and stenographer pad. “He doesn’t like to use a recorder unless absolutely necessary. He’ll pace the floor as he dictates to you. Go on in before he gets impatient. Wait. Pour him a cup of the coffee I made earlier.”

Taking a deep breath, Susie filled a large mug and knocked on his door. When she heard his voice, she went right in and almost knocked him down. The coffee splashed across his suit coat.

“I said I’d get the door. Didn’t you hear me?” he asked as he jerked off his jacket and threw it down.

“I’m sorry. Did you get burned?”

“No. But have my suit coat taken to the cleaners immediately. I need it back by noon.” He bent down to pick up his coat at the same time Susie reached for it, and they bumped heads.

He straightened and hollered for Sondra. “Have this cleaned,” he said when she came running. “You didn’t warn me your sister was a danger to anyone in her vicinity.” He strode out and over to the coffeepot and poured himself a new cup.

Sondra pulled a stunned Susie out of the room. “Are you all right?” she whispered.

“I made a terrible first impression.” Susie rubbed the spot where their heads had connected. “Besides the coat, we bumped heads.”

“Here, take a deep breath, and go in and show how smart you are,” Sondra said.

He sat at his desk, sipping his coffee. When she entered and shut the door, he gave her a wary look.

“Don’t come close. Sit in the chair on the right.” He motioned to one of the matching gray chairs in front of his desk.

Susie was grateful to sink into the soft leather chair. Her legs were weak. “I’m ready, sir.”

“Hmmm, I usually like to walk around the room as I dictate. You won’t put out a foot and trip me, will you?”




Especially since I can visualize Suzette and I in the shower with her body wrapped around mine. I’ve watched her expression since we came in the house. She liked it. And I’ve noticed her body responds to me as much as mine does to hers. I have to remember I’m enjoying her company. There’s no place in my life for a wife.

“Are you ready to go get the horses and see the property?” His husky voice had her looking up at him. “Afterward there’s another kind of ride I’d like to share with you,” Clay said. He enjoyed seeing the rush of pink color to her face and her purplish-blue eyes.

“I’m looking forward to both rides.” Her sensuous tone sent heat rushing through him and his cock hardened. He slowly walked toward her.

“We may have time for only one.” This close her sweet scent went right to his head. “I vote you ride me.”

“Ah, I suspected you’d rather not get sweaty and dirty.”

Her voice had a teasing lilt to it. Clay unbuttoned the top of her blouse. “We’ll get sweaty, I promise. Then we can try out my new shower.”

He carried her back into the bedroom and set her feet on the plush carpet. “I’ve been waiting all day to see what you were wearing under these clothes.” He had her blouse off in a few seconds and her boots and jeans quickly followed.

She wore a light-pink lacy bra and bikini panties. He stood back, admiring her curves. “I never expected you’d be the fancy lingerie type.”

“Why not? I’m not sure whether to be insulted or pleased.”

“In the office you dressed rather plainly. I got my first surprise when I picked you up on our date, between your outfit and no glasses, I saw you in a different light. And also your kiss earlier that day had contributed to my altered opinion.” He removed her glasses. “Why didn’t you wear your contacts yesterday or today?”

“I knew we’d be gone a long time today. I’m not up to wearing them for more than four hours yet. That’s why I didn’t wear them on the plane.”

“I love looking into your gorgeous eyes.” He kissed her on the corner of each eyelid. Clay cupped her face in his hands and his lips brushed across her cheeks, and along the sides of her face and jaw. “You have incredible skin,” he whispered before he captured her mouth with his. He licked the line between her lips and her mouth opened. His tongue leisurely explored the interior, tasting, and then his tongue raked along the underside of hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her legs. Her crotch rubbed against the bulge in his jeans.

He pushed her back to the wall and ravished her mouth while she rubbed her pussy area hard over his cock.

When he came up for breath, her dazzling smile warmed him through and through. “I need to get out of my clothes.” He sat her feet on the floor. “Don’t move.”

Susie watched as he tore off his shirt and yanked his boots and pants off. He reached in his jeans pocket and got out a condom package. Clay opened it and handed the condom to her. “Roll it on me.”

She rubbed her finger across the glistening tip and tasted his essence. Then she slid the condom over the crown and down. When she glanced at him, he kissed her and reached behind to unfasten her bra.

“I like lacy underwear on you for a few minutes. But then I want to take it off.” After he removed her panties, he lifted her onto the bed.

He had a voracious desire to be entangled with her. She spread her arms wide and when he laid on her, she wrapped her legs around his hips.

“Not so fast, my darlin’. I want to explore your body.” He bowed his head toward her.


* * * *


The soft expression on his face touched a spot deep inside her. Then his breath blew across her neck, and she shivered with delight.

Her pussy gushed with her juices and coated her lower lips. She wanted him to touch her more intimately. As though he read her mind, he put a finger inside her pussy opening while he continued to kiss her neck. When he added two fingers and brushed across her G-spot, she arched her back and moaned.

“I need you inside me, Clay.”

“In time. You’re like a delectable feast and I’m starting with the hors d’oeuvres.”

He progressed downward to her breasts where he cupped one in each hand. Clay brushed his mouth across each nipple and watched as they tightened.

Susie slipped her hands past him. Then she rubbed his nipples and along his six-pack. She heard the catch in his breath. He raised his head and looked at her. His eyes brimmed with desire and some undefinable emotion.

“It’s not fair for you to have all the fun.” Susie’s voice sounded raspy. “I want to touch you more.”

Clay rolled on his back. “Enjoy yourself, darlin’.”

She straddled his hips and stared at his tanned, well-muscled chest. Her fingers tweaked his nipples and his eyes smoldered with a spark of fire glowing deep inside. His breathing quickened.

Susie bent over him where her nipples brushed the hair on his chest. Her lips kissed where his shoulder and neck met. His pulse pounded against her mouth. Gradually, she moved upward and scraped her teeth over his hard jaw. Touching him was like an aphrodisiac. Her desire swirled in her veins.

“I believe you’re making a wanton woman of me,” she purred in his ear and raked her teeth across his earlobe.

Chuckling, Clay rolled and had her under him. “Wanton, what an old-fashioned word for lusty, sensual, mischievous.”

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